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Snow, Trip, Rear - Beauty - 11-14-2012 A brisk canter. A black coat. Silver spiral horn that curves upwards slightly. Black hooves. Green orbs. An exotic filly. A gentle, yet, flirty creature. A long arched neck and highlighted muscles. All alone though. The slowed to a moving trot. Her hoofs raised higher and she looked like she was gliding. She walked now. Warm breath that misted in the air. A small muzzle with slight whiskers. She shook her head. The light reflecting off of her black coat. Perhaps a fellow foal would come and play with the young lithe. Energetic and vibrant. She enjoyed her long runs in the cold. She halted. A slight shrill left her maw. A branch cracked over top of her and she reared frightened. A clump of snow landing on her back then sliding off. On all fours now, she eyed the object. She noted the clump of snow. Every dip and line. Bored, she just scanned the area. She needed a friend, one with or with out a horn. Someone she could race and crow-hop with, or one to explore the land. Her thoughts escalated. Many more. Piling on. Every thought fled as a snowflake landed on her muzzle. The cold sensation tickled her muzzle and she pranced around, until she tripped.. and fell. Snow scattered her whole body. She lay for a moment, dazed. "Cold.. t-to c-c-c-cold." She hopped up. Cords that seemed shaky and uneven. Pearls almost quivering, making clicking noises. She flattened her ears against her cranium. Stupid tr--" A sqwaking noise cut her off. A bird took flight. A bird. "--ee." She finished her sentence. Chords dropping quieter and lower at the end. She made a few annoyed groaning sounds. She stood still. Listening to far hoof beats, far whinnies, and close birds. A breeze blew through the winter wonderland. A shiver ran down her spine. Black was associated with death, was that the reason she had no one right now? How she wished a foal would come prancing through the forest and befriend her! RE: Snow, Trip, Rear - Lynx - 11-15-2012
RE: Snow, Trip, Rear - Beauty - 11-15-2012 Light scents of a lingering stallion. Fluffy ears flicking forward. Small had turns to wherever the scent had come from. A buckskin beauty. A young stallion. She walked forward to him. She enjoyed his horn, unique. She reaches her muzzle out. He smelt like the orange sand in a desert. Her spiral curved very slightly upward, almost opposite of his. Her horn was just a small stubble, and only about four inches long. Green orbs didn't hold any fear, only excitement at the stallion she had just met. Such an open, helpless life, yet she loved her life. Yes, the stallion wasn't a foal, but he was interesting looking and that was all she cared about. Her front small hoof pawed the snow. Stay flakes flying everywhere, and making the prettiest patterns. A happy shrill left her maw. Breath misted in the cold area. "Hello." A hyper and bold voice cutting through the silence. She continued... "I am Beauty, and you are?" Fluffy ears flicked forward. "Oh.. I also like your horn." A beam crossed her maw. She reached her muzzle out once more and clacked her teeth. A sign only for respect. She didn't mean any harm. Just an instinct of hers. A breeze whistled against the trees and towards them. Cold wind that stung her orbs and most likely his too. OOC: It's OK! ;) RE: Snow, Trip, Rear - Lynx - 11-15-2012
RE: Snow, Trip, Rear - Beauty - 11-15-2012 The stallion starts creating something in the snow. A sort of cat. Why was he drawing? "A cat?" As he stepped away, her small voice echoed into his ears. She got closer. It was a spotted cat. "It's a lynx!" Then she realized that was his name. She dropped her muzzle closer to the drawn figure. Admiring it. She found only one error. She ignored it though. It seemed he had been muted for some while. She smiled at him. "Lynx. Can I call you Ly?" Small voice escaped the lithe's body. A small breeze flew through the woods blowing his drawing away. She turned and faced him. "Ly? Do you have a herd?" How would he answer these questions. Did he prefer the quiet? A slight prickle of curiosity crossed her features. Ly was still company, quiet company, but he was enjoyable. Sweet like honey. Strong like rock. Elegant like ballerinas. She was diverse and exotic. A silver horn, green eyes, solid black coat. Who DOESN'T think she is exotic. He was also exotic. A horn that was shaped oddly, and and a muted sound. Two peas in a pod. RE: Snow, Trip, Rear - Lynx - 11-15-2012
RE: Snow, Trip, Rear - Beauty - 11-15-2012 The flicka watches his eyes glaze over as he thinks. Almost in a cloudy manor. After thinking her question fills his mind. He gestures some fuzzy directions. To his home or something else? Slight confusion crosses her mind. His muzzle gestured down a path into the dead forest. Frosty white snow covering the forest ground. Clarification forms. The femme understands his silent gestures. She walks to his side and turns around facing the same way he was. "Well? What are we waiting for?" Breath fogging in the chilled snow. Lynx. What an interesting name. Cloven hooves holding her steady. Silver horn only a stub, and barely even starting to curve. She had grown prettier and it seemed her seductive manor and pretty grew with her. She had an elegant swift walk, trot, and canter. Furry ears flicked forward. What was this place like? We're there others? Did they have horns? The flicka doesn't truly know how equines think. They confuse her. The far more superior Pegasus and unicorn were intelligent, more so than equines. Ly looked very young, but older then herself. Sweet chords churned through the silence. "How long have lived there?" Muzzle gesturing towards the path their hooves would traverse on. It seemed to have fair footing and no place to trip. She smiled, excited to see this so foreign place. RE: Snow, Trip, Rear - Lynx - 11-15-2012
RE: Snow, Trip, Rear - Beauty - 11-16-2012 Foreleg striking the ground. Seven. Seven what? Months? Day? Hours? Hours was too short. He would've gotten lost by now. So days and months? 50 50 chance she would get a guess right. "Days? Seven days?" Ly seemed to have practice with silent gestures. A smile waded onto her face. Green orbs looking gently at him. She nuzzled his shoulder. Perhaps they could stay together? So opposite. So very different. The flicka didn't mind him though. Company was company, and he was pleasant to be around. "Do you like it there?" Less questions was probably better for the stallion. Some answers it was inevitable they may be harder to answer. He may have been interested in her history and she was just asking questions. "If I tell you my history, you can't laugh." Tiled her head and looked at him with big serious orbs. She straightened her head and begun, without him saying if he would laugh or not. "Ok, I was born in an icy cave with my mother. A frown of disgust crossed her face as she looked at me. She got up and left. Her sweet aroma still there." Her voice cracking slightly. Her head hung low. Orbs somewhat pleading though. The little girl wanted to be kept close by her parents. She had never gotten that feeling. "Someone eventually helped me and when they passed on, they told me about this place. I traveled through mountains, plains, and many forests." She remembered the elder that had helped her survive. A smile crossed her face. He had been pure white and very old. He told it was his time to leave and he left her, but she understood why this time. He told her to travel here and find safety and love. RE: Snow, Trip, Rear - Lynx - 11-16-2012
RE: Snow, Trip, Rear - Beauty - 11-17-2012 It seemed the stallion enjoyed his home, nodding at her question. He seemed as confused about her history as she was. Lynx was a hidden jewel. Yes, his horn made people shutter and scamper away, yet his true personality was likable. He walked forward a couple of steps. Most likely wondering if she would follow or not. The young fae stops next to him, then stops and smiles at him in a goofy way. "Are we going to see your home? What's it called? Whats it li--" She cut herself off. She would ask her questions separated. So it would be easier for him to answer. "Ly? Am I asking to many questions?' Her sweet and innocent voice echoed. How was this stag muted? How long? Was he born muted? Where were his parents? Did he know them? Where they like hers? Questions circulated her young brain. Her small legs blurred as she trotted his walking speed forward. Hoping he would come. "C'mon! I wanna see your home!" Was it a herd? To many questions. She stopped thinking about them and a blank expression crossed her face. Maybe this was her opportunity to start a new life. This is the only life you have so you have to co big or go home. Dreaming also is a good thing. She dreams of being held close by a family member. The warmth of their body keeping her from freezing. Her nerves got jumbling up and she let a shrill out. A loud, melodious, yet powerful voice. She smiled at him. Green orbs most exotic as they looked at him. Silver horn reflecting the light. RE: Snow, Trip, Rear - Lynx - 11-18-2012
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